"END OF AN ERA" lyrics
I should quit a long time ago I don't know
Why I go with hip hop when I couldn't did some rock n roll
Then I could've lived just with my kids and get my pockets swole
Watch my pockets grow clocking dough from rocking shows
Staring at my toes I supposed now I'm looking down
My nose just while I'm playing all my shows like a birthday clown
Put on my clothes on the stage and then I burn it down
The way I work they crowd it's like I'm living in a circus town
I'm kind of certain now I should've listened to my mom
Got a decent job work with guys names like Bob and Tom
Get up at dawn 9-5 and Saturdays I'd cut my lawn
What was I just thinking writing songs they could right my wrongs
In middle age with little rage now at the
Fact these kids haircuts look like an Alpaca
And in the growl at ya running all around past ya
No cap skibbi something something blah blah blah blah
Here's is a hot reminder I was just a rotten rhymer
Till my heart got radiated like the dude from Oppenheimer
I can not just stop the fire that's why I can not retire
Age is just a number I never wonder it will not define ya
Awakened from a slumber singing all up in a choir of
Heavenly angels while I'm soaring all above the mire
I let it pour until I'm roaring like a hungry lion
Shut the door on the floor praying while I'm facing Zion
My God goes before me and just right behind ya
40 days in the wilderness so we gon chase the fires
Grab my syllabus these rhymes come from great desires
Get you running back the line like CMC and the 49ers
Kill your golden calf and I'ma stop the whiners
Politician make me laugh 'cause they can not define us
While they waffle on the issues like it's Aunt Jemima's
I'ma keep it simple in the temple where I seek to find ya
Why I go with hip hop when I couldn't did some rock n roll
Then I could've lived just with my kids and get my pockets swole
Watch my pockets grow clocking dough from rocking shows
Staring at my toes I supposed now I'm looking down
My nose just while I'm playing all my shows like a birthday clown
Put on my clothes on the stage and then I burn it down
The way I work they crowd it's like I'm living in a circus town
I'm kind of certain now I should've listened to my mom
Got a decent job work with guys names like Bob and Tom
Get up at dawn 9-5 and Saturdays I'd cut my lawn
What was I just thinking writing songs they could right my wrongs
In middle age with little rage now at the
Fact these kids haircuts look like an Alpaca
And in the growl at ya running all around past ya
No cap skibbi something something blah blah blah blah
Here's is a hot reminder I was just a rotten rhymer
Till my heart got radiated like the dude from Oppenheimer
I can not just stop the fire that's why I can not retire
Age is just a number I never wonder it will not define ya
Awakened from a slumber singing all up in a choir of
Heavenly angels while I'm soaring all above the mire
I let it pour until I'm roaring like a hungry lion
Shut the door on the floor praying while I'm facing Zion
My God goes before me and just right behind ya
40 days in the wilderness so we gon chase the fires
Grab my syllabus these rhymes come from great desires
Get you running back the line like CMC and the 49ers
Kill your golden calf and I'ma stop the whiners
Politician make me laugh 'cause they can not define us
While they waffle on the issues like it's Aunt Jemima's
I'ma keep it simple in the temple where I seek to find ya
